"Wildflower is about the quiet strength of loving someone who wasn't meant to stay - it's the ache of beauty that grows even in loss, and the acceptance that some hearts bloom only once, even if it's in the wrong season." Let me bleed into poetries...

"If love could keep you alive, you would never leave me." ----- "You said you'd stay," Jimin sobbed, gripping Yoongi's hands. "You said we had time!" "I'm sorry, baby," Yoongi whispered, his voice weak. "I tried... but I'm so tired." "Then take me with you!" Jimin cried, pressing their foreheads together. "I don't know how to live without you!" Yoongi smiled, barely, tracing Jimin's cheek with trembling fingers. "Then don't live without me... live for me." ------ sad oneshot of yoonmin don't repost or report original work by Loveboiah

He remembered the way Jimin laughed-mocking, cold. And still... the pain didn't feel like regret. Yoongi exhaled. "Sometimes... the ones who scream the loudest are the ones who were never heard at all." The medics exchanged a glance. "He could kill you," the younger one said again. "Why would you go back?" Yoongi finally looked at him. "Because if I don't," he said softly, "no one will." And the room fell silent. Only the sound of Yoongi's shaky breath and bandage being wrapped around his head, slowly soaking through with red. Yoongi stood up from the chair slowly, the bandage tight around his head, the sting still pulsing behind his temple. But his eyes-those hadn't dimmed. They were sharper now. Clearer. ------ I held her hand... and I didn't know what to say. Because how do you look into your sister's eyes, when they've seen hell and still lived? Her soul was torn, not her clothes. And they told her to stay silent. They asked her what she was wearing. But no one asked her if she wanted to live anymore. I watched her rot from the inside. I heard her scream at 2 a.m. I saw her try to end it... more than once. And the men who did it? They laughed. They walked free. They posted selfies. That night, something inside me died. Not just as a brother- but as a human being. So don't call me a monster for what I did. Because monsters did something to her. I only killed them. And honestly? I wish I could kill them again. __ "Yuna opened her eyes once... and the world scared her back into silence . This time, I'll make sure the world shuts up before she opens them again." ----- Yoonmin fanfiction. . Please read with care. If you're sensitive to such topics, proceed only if you feel emotionally safe. Note: In real life, officers usually reach the rank of General at 40 years or older, after decades of service. In this story, the character holds this rank at a younger age due to fictional circumstances.

OH GOD. OH GOD. OH MY GOD. We kissed. We actually kissed. My lips are still warm. My knees literally gave up under him and if he had not held me, I swear I would have fallen right there like some dramatic fool. My heart is racing like it wants to escape my chest and run away screaming. He is... too much. Too close. Too steady. Too dominating in the calmest way possible. Not loud. Not forceful. Just there. Solid. Real. Like he knew exactly how to hold me without breaking me. Now tell me... how am I supposed to look into his eyes after this? Mummaa... I am doomed. And papa... oh god, papa. If you are watching me from heaven right now, please do not tease me in my dreams tonight. I can already imagine you smiling that soft smile and shaking your head. But papa, listen to me. I want you to know something. Your son in law is keeping your son happy. Happy in a way my past never did. He cares. He respects. He listens. He supports me just like you used to. Sometimes I feel you around me. Especially when he holds me gently, like I am something precious. He protects me, like you used to. Every time someone tries to hurt me. Every time someone looks at me with wrong intentions. He steps in without hesitation. Like it is natural for him. Like I belong there, behind his shoulder, safe. And that thought makes me flushed... He respect. He cares. He loves. He protect. I'm happy with the man, whom i thought to hate. I'm cooked fr! ___ Include : boyxboy forced marriage replace husband Smut Happy ending don't repost or report. original work ✓ by loveboiah .

Two brothers not related by blood, but their surname constantly entangles them in a love-hate relationship with cold wars between them, drifting them apart then sparking the love. Original story by NONG JIAN XIAOHAO.